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thedivinetarot · 18 days ago

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I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you

What do you need the most right now?

☆ How to chose your pile? 🪔🪔🪔

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☆ Disclaimer:

This is a general reading. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't. If the energy check did NOT resonate with you, feel free to skip.

☆ Note:

- I decided to bring back the 3 pile readings.

- I have challenged myself to upload 4 reading this month instead of 1. And I'll be updating my tarot masterlist and there will be huge discounts and more tarot themes and options.

Lots of love {❤}

Arya

Pile 1 - The gates

1. Current energy:

Hello Angels, how are you? I hope you are doing well. Now let's get into the energy check. I see the energy of a young page here, perhaps you are someone who just started a small hustle and you are being very creative about. I see things like, crochet, air clay, and making accessories. Someone here aim to reach independence, I'm picking up on someone under 24 y.o. still trying to figure out their life, what they want and what they don't. Now, I see also, that life has been or still incredibly stagnant. Nothing new happen. Someone here might have met their own father or an old male figure. Perhaps, you asked for money. Or that male figure will call you unexpectedly and transfer money to you. I see that someone here is disconnected emotional and they lack discernment. Perhaps, someone here just finished their school or semester college and dealing with post exams fog were you just want to not think of anything. I see also, that if you are seeking a reply from a formal organization about job apply you might hear back from them. But overall, this pile current energy is very stagnant, someone here is bored lol. Others are trying to find their passion or use their passion to earn money.

☆ Placements for you:

Cancer, Taurus, pisces, Sagittarius, Aquarius. Venus in Virgo, sun in cancer and taurus, Sagittarius stallium. Dominant planets: Neptune, jupiter, moon, Venus. Sun or moon in the 2nd, 4th, 12th, 9th, 11th House in the chart.

2. What do you need the most right now?

Okay, What do you need the most is change. Perhaps, you have been seeing 555 or 5555 a lot on the clock or everywhere. Pile 1 you need change, you need to start something fresh and new. You need to get your life together and be connected more to you intuition. I feel like this pile need to listen more to their intuition, they need to be more connected to your intuition. Perhaps, your 3rd eye is blocked or stagnant. The energy there is not moving freely. It is clouded by thoughts, unbalanced feelings and a little bit of frustration. I see that you need to listen more to your inner child. Someone here abandoned their inner child and stopped doing the things that your inner child enjoy. Watch your favourite cartoon as a child, write a cute notes for yourself. Buy yourself flowers and most importantly start sensing abundance around you. Someone here want to be so rich, so independent financially but in order for you to reach there you need to nourish the abundance inside you. I see that your financial state will increase rapidly during winter this year, think September to December. You'll be recognized for your efforts. Yeah also, you'll be known for something creative. Perhaps art, painting, PowerPoint, canva creative writing, poetry. Something creative that will help you get recognition and money.

3. Message:

You already know the answer, stop biting more than you can chew. Direct the energy in one path, you'll be burnt out if you keep doing this.

Pile 2 - Garden

1. Current energy:

Hello dears, how are you? I hope you are doing well🤍. Now, I started coughing and my throat hurt. Someone here perhaps, is either was cleaning, vacuuming their house/room or recovering from cold. What a delicious energy pile 2, I like this. This one is the opposite from pile one, this pile’s energy is very prosperous and happy. I see that someone here is trying to build a healthy inner dialog about themselves. Perhaps, you are repeating affirmations, looking at yourself differently. And someone here is trying to connect more to their sensuality. I see that you have finally given up on your outdated beliefs about love and romantic connections and how they should be. I see that you are adopting more healthy views about relationships especially the romantic ones. You are trying to be as grounded as possible when it comes to that. I see also, that you are trying to connect with your inner child more. Unlike pile one, they are abandoning their inner child but nevertheless they are trying. Anyways, I see that you have a very balanced feminine and masculine energy. Someone here mastered the art of acting in their divine feminine and masculine. I see that you are the delicate blind of a rose but as hard as a diamond. I see that you are manifesting a huge change. Perhaps, relocation. Omg I teared up, I'm so proud of you. Someone here have gone through an ending in a situation that took all the energy from them and now you are looking toward the future with hope and balance instead of hopelessness. I'm getting that you invested emotionally in a connection but the ending was so bad you started healing your sense of self and grounding in reality, fleeting romance is no longer your thing. I see that you might either meet someone with better financial state than you, someone who is serious about relationships, possibly older. That you might end up marrying. Or, you might attend a wedding soon or someone send you a wedding invitation. Anyways, but generally no matter how much you'll wait for that to manifest, you'll get it. Just be patient dear. Also, your throat chakra is unbalanced, try to hum, and clear it out.

☆ Placements for you:

Aquarius, Aries, pisces, Scorpio. Venus in Aries and Scorpio. Sun in Aquarius. Pluto conjunct the ascendant. Dominant planets in pluto, neptune, Venus, and sun. A stallium in the 1st, 11th, 12th, 8th House.

2. What do you need the most right now?

Now, this is huge. You need to surrender. Stop trying to figure things out. You are guided and you are exactly where you need to be. I see that the universe be like "nah he/she/they are not ready, but them back in the oven" and you are like "why is my life is not moving or my manifestation is not materializing??". It's funny but... There’s a bigger picture you are not seeing. Stop pushing forward, the universe want you to surrender to the flow. I mean yes you can still invest in yourself, self love and self concept but when it comes to other things you need to know that you are being guided to a higher mission. I see that you'll get a letter from that person you invested in. But be careful of reignite the connection. It won’t be built on the same values, or same emotional wavelength. It might also, not be the healthiest thing you will be in. And in case they reach out. It is up to you to reply or not. But I'm just telling you that it won't be healthy or as you expect. There will be power struggles, attachment problems and even control. Be careful, I don't want you to go through that❤. Also, for God's sake pile 2. Listen to your spirit guides. They are sending you signs and synchronicity stop ignoring them. That's everything I have for you dear. Take care💕.

3. Message:

You are being guided to higher mission. Surrender. We have got you.

Pile 3 - Navy Crystals.

1. Current energy:

Hello guys, how are you? I hope you are doing well. Now, let's get into your reading. I see that someone here is very focused on the earthy matters. Think health, nutrition, wellness, working out etc. I'm getting someone is pouring all their energy into their physical well-being which is so great. I see that you are investing financially in yourself, cotton clothes? Check ✅, working out? Check✅, skin care? Check ✅, being the hottest person in the room? Check ✅. I see that you are shining brighter than any sun and everyone is starting to see that. I see also that you are sunbathing a lot these days. Perhaps, going to the beach or it can be as simple as setting in a sunny spot in your house to recharge, also I see you going to work, asking care of yourself and enjoying your life in general. I see that you started seeing people for who they are which in return made you stop chasing validation from them and you started putting boundaries between you and them. Someone here was living with a narcissistic parent and you relocated away from them and now you are like "God finally PEACE!". I see that your apartment or house or even your room is the most sacred sanctuary in this world. You dance, you breathe, you are safe. Looking back to how far you have become. Your nervous system? healed, you healed and as Lana said "there's no more nights, blue skies forever". I see that you have finally got rid from self-doubt, being told "not enough" and unhealthy attachments. You are on a higher frequency. Omg, I feel so happy for you I started tearing up. Someone here, perhaps is chasing or trying to pursue you and you are like "No sir/Madame, I'm very happy on my own". I see you feeling very happy you barely think of anyone else because this is finally the life you dream of and became true. Now, you are at a crossroads. The universe is holding its breathe for you to chose but no matter what you chose it'll lead to stability and happiness.

☆ Placements for you:

Pisces, Virgo, Capricorn. Air signs (Libra, Gemini, Aquarius). Venus in Virgo, mars in Capricorn. Dominant planets Venus, Saturn, Mercury. Sun or moon in the 12th, 6th, 10th, 7th, 11th, 3rd house in your chart.

2. What do you need the most right now?

Oh, okay... I think you need to stop carrying everything on your shoulders. Some of these burdens? Not even yours. Passed down through generations, absorbed like emotional waters so nope. Let them go dear, it's time to let them go. You’re being called to invest wisely and not just in yourself. Maybe it’s learning about the stock market, Bitcoin (if your intuition says so), or even something creative and grounding like pottery or painting. Do something that stirs your soul and stacks your legacy. Now, romantically speaking, I see someone knocking at your door like “pls let me in” and you're just sipping your iced coffee like “Mmm, I’ll think about it” before ghosting them to go dance in your joy and peace😂. Another plot twist: a father figure or older male energy might try to “find someone for you” and you’ll ghost them too, because it’s giving ✨inconvenient✨. Whether this is you now or your soon-to-be, your energy is crystal clear honey: You're not in the mood for courtship unless it's courtship of your dreams, your peace, your empire. Because what you really need right now is to focus on building something lasting. Something legacy-worthy. Something that whispers, "I was here, and I made it beautiful." I love that for you dear, so now go ghost people who want to control the narrative, force you do things you don't want to. And enjoy your tea lol. Take care and thank you for reading this💕.

3. Message:

Build your own legacy. Do sorcery and fck the system.

Post date: 4th of June 2025 - Wed

*Feedback is appreciated.

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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 8 days ago

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A DC X DP IDEA #48

Grandpa

Imagine dis…

This inspired my fridge being full again, here’s a flash back

Me: Thanks for treating me at my favorite restaurant, Grandpa, but you really don't have to do this every time I visit your house.

Grandpa: Don't worry about it, kid.

Me: I'm *realage*, definitely not a kid, Grandpa...

Grandpa: As long as you're not in your 30s yet, you're still a kid. Come on, pick whatever dessert you want, it's on me.

Me: No thanks, I'm saving up for a special treat.

Grandpa: Didn't you hear me, brat? (fondly) I said it's on me. And what treat are you saving up for? Did my daughter didn’t gave you enough pocket money again?

Me: No, it's not like that, Grandpa. You and Mom give me plenty. It's just that there's this *brand* I've been dying to get ever since I first tried it, so I'm saving up to buy it.

*a few months later*

Me: MAAAAAA!

Mom: What's wrong, honey?

Me: Why is there a bunch of *brand* in the fridgeeee? These are expensive!

*I said as I look at the prices on my phone, fearing I missed some sort of discount for buying in bulk.*

Mom: Dad apparently wanted to try some ever since he saw it in a commercial and bought too many. He sent some extras here...

Me: *Takes a long inhale* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

….…..

We all have that grandfather. The one who insists he doesn’t play favorites but then turns around and gives one grandchild a thousand dollars for Christmas, claiming it’s because, “Well, I can’t take it with me when I’m dead, might as well spend it on something cute now.” It’s a universal experience. And apparently, not even death—or undeath—exempts you from it.

For the past month, Danny's friends had been roasting him relentlessly over one singular fact: Clockwork spoils him rotten.

Danny, of course, denies it. Danny, ever the tired, oblivious little disaster of a ghost prince, insists Clockwork treats him like any other unfortunate intern-slash-trainee. If anything, he argues, Clockwork enjoys his suffering. After all, no spoiled child would be forced to sit through two-hour lectures on the political structure of the Realm of Screeching Mirrors or solve time-based equations that make mortal physics cry. And yet, somehow, every time he finishes school and is already dead tired—pun intended—he gets yeeted straight into another lesson about interdimensional algebra that makes even Jazz’s nerdy heart weep.

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz just sit there and stare at him like he’s trying to convince them the sky isn’t blue. Even Dan, actual chaotic/ genocidal menace of the Ghost Zone, released on royal bail with a community service contract (a.k.a. babysitting duty), had the gall to grimace at the blatant favoritism. Ellie just nodded and made snide bets on how long it would take before Danny noticed Clockwork had been rigging his ghost-life like a doting stage mom.

It didn’t stop there either. Apparently, somewhere along the line, Pandora decided to become the wine aunt—but instead of wine and passive-aggressive casserole recipes, she sent weaponized care packages. Need a broadsword that sings show tunes when swung? Pandora’s got it. She once gave Danny a dagger made from the crystallized screams of vanquished tyrants. When asked why, she simply said, “To keep your mortals on their toes.”

Then there was Frostbite. Calm, collected, soothing Frostbite… who also happened to be the kind of uncle who would knit you a blanket and throw a car at anyone who made you cry. He’d once paused a global summit in the Far Frozen to deliver Danny a scarf because he “looked a bit chilly” during said meeting. The scarf was bulletproof. And sentient.

Everyone saw it. Everyone. The entire inner circle of Danny's life treated it like the worst-kept secret in all of ghostdom. Sam tried reasoning with him. Tucker built a PowerPoint. Jazz made pie charts, actual pie charts, trying to explain the psychological indicators of excessive grandparental attachment. Danny? Still blissfully in denial.

Which was funny, considering Clockwork literally paused time every night so Danny could get his eight hours. And occasionally twelve. Or fourteen. There were also the little notes left in Danny’s backpack: “Don’t forget your lunch, also destroy that wraith behind locker 307, it’s giving off bad vibes. Love, C.W.” Or, you know, when certain bullies AHEM GIW agents that are more on the violent and competent side AHEM mysteriously disappeared from time itself. Not dead, not missing, just never existed in the first place. Suspiciously convenient.

Still, Danny remained oblivious. Ranting about how Clockwork just gave him more work while his friends sat in the background, watching the temporal equivalent of a dad saying “I’m not mad, just disappointed” and rewriting history to give his grandson fewer childhood traumas.

Things only got worse when Phantom officially joined the Justice League Dark. The invitation had been pending for months. After all, there was only so long the League could ignore the literal child-shaped ghost who kept single-handedly neutralizing League-level threats in a small Midwest town like it was his weekend hobby. The Dark team, especially Constantine and Zatanna, had begrudgingly accepted him after witnessing him pull obscure banishment spells from memory, casually referencing ancient ghost kings as if he had lunch with them last week. (He probably did.)

Thanks to Phantom, the League Dark's solved-case rate skyrocketed. Not that Danny bragged about it. No, he just muttered quiet “thank-yous” to Clockwork for teaching him spells like “Ecto-Spatial Reversal via Reverse-Entropy” and “Don’t Touch That You Idiot, It Bites.”

Things were going smoothly—until a group of Green Lanterns arrived with bad news: a planet eater had been spotted in their quadrant. Immediate panic, of course. Superman went into overdrive, Batman did his usual dramatic scowl, and Phantom… winced.

Hard.

He doubled over slightly, one hand pressed to his core, face pale and wide-eyed. The room turned quiet as Danny muttered something garbled, a soft, vibrating cry that made Constantine drop his cigarette and Doctor Fate slowly turn his helmeted head.

What most of the League didn’t know—what even Danny barely acknowledged—was that as a newly ascended Ancient of Space (thanks, Ghost Zone promotions), he could feel his creations. And he had just started experimenting with creating baby planets for fun. Tiny, floating ball worlds full of pink sand, purple skies, and slow-beeping space whales. He’d named one of them “Steve.”

And now? Steve was gone.

That warbled noise he let out? Not pain. Not warning.

It was a cosmic tantrum.

And the moment he wailed, the pen sitting at the edge of the conference table froze in mid-air. Time literally stuttered. The League stood frozen. Until a massive, glowing portal sliced open behind Danny with the sound of a very irritated and blood thirsty grandfather clock chiming, who knew a grandfather clock can make such ominous chime.

Out came a giant ghost cloaked in deep violet robes, staff glowing ominously, red eyes glaring holes through the League. Every hero present snapped into defense mode—Superman rose into the air, Wonder Woman readied her lasso, Batman reached for seventeen gadgets at once.

And Phantom?

Phantom flung himself at the terrifying ghost like a toddler reunited with their favorite plushie after a week of laundry day. The tears started flowing as he began incoherently babbling about Steve and planet goo and how he worked really hard on making the gravity work this time, and now it’s gone, Grandpa, it’s gone!

Clockwork, for his part, gently patted Danny on the head and offered a soft “There, there. Let’s go home. I have cookies. And cocoa. With extra marshmallows.”

Danny nodded miserably, clutching his mentor like the universe had wronged him personally—which, in fairness, it kind of had. The two vanished into the portal, and just like that, time resumed. The pen hit the floor with a sharp clack.

The Justice League stared in stunned silence.

And then, just a beat too late, the Flash burst in with a stack of nachos, four Slurpees, and a hot dog sticking out of his hair.

Flash blinked at the scattered papers, frazzled League members, and the faint, lingering smell of cinnamon cookies. Batman said nothing. Constantine just lit another cigarette.

…..

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #ghost king danny

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ashthesalamipiece · 2 months ago

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“Milk Meltdown”

Bakugo x Fem!Reader + Daughter Chaos + Newborn Baby

Genre: Humor, Family, Fluff

Warning: Embarrassment levels are HIGH

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You had just settled into the rocking chair, your newborn daughter latched onto your boob like it owed her money.

It was peaceful. Quiet. Almost too quiet.

Cue your four-year-old, stomping into the room like she owned the place, holding a suspiciously empty juice box.

“MOMMY!” she gasped. “IS SHE EATING YOU?!”

You blinked. “What?”

She pointed, eyes wide in betrayal. “THE BABY! SHE’S EATING YOUR BOOB!”

Bakugo, walking past with a burp cloth, froze in place like a dead NPC.

“She’s not eating me, honey,” you tried to say calmly, even though your soul had left your body from secondhand embarrassment. “It’s called breastfeeding.”

Your daughter blinked. “Like...with milk?!”

You nodded. “Yes. Mommies make milk for babies. It’s how they eat before they can have real food.”

She stared. Then stared harder.

“So you're a cow now?”

Bakugo wheezed from behind the couch.

You glared at him. “Do not laugh. I swear to God.”

He coughed into his fist. “Nope. Not laughing. Totally serious.”

Your daughter looked suspicious. “So when I was a baby, I drank from your boobs too?”

You nodded.

She screamed like she was in a horror movie.

“WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS?! I THOUGHT I JUST ATE APPLESAUCE!”

Bakugo was crying now. Fully crying.

“I’m never drinking milk again,” your daughter declared. “Ever. Never ever.”

“Good,” Bakugo said. “More for the baby.”

She turned to him, dramatic as ever. “Daddy, are your boobs full of milk too?”

You both stared.

Bakugo went redder than his hero costume. “No. No, they are not. And never will be.”

“But you got big ones,” she said, poking his chest.

You immediately whispered, “Rip, bro.”

Bakugo looked like he needed a support group.

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Later that night…

Bakugo was laying face-down on the couch. “She called me a milk tank.”

“She’s just confused,” you said, cradling your newborn.

“She moo’d at me.”

“She’s four.”

He sat up. “I’m buying a book. No. A chart. A PowerPoint. I’m explaining everything before she thinks I lay eggs next.”

You snorted. “Go ahead. She still thinks babies come out of bellybuttons.”

He froze. “...I need a beer.”

#my hero academia #reader #mha x reader #bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bhna #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #funny #fluff

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fkitwebhaal · 1 year ago

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Anyway, here are my thoughts about what each of the companions would present on if they had to give the rest of the party a PowerPoint presentation:

Gale: A completely accurate and detailed lecture regarding the theories of teleportation magic, how it works, and the differences between it and plane shift. There are multiple charts and graphs.

Wyll: “Choosing your hero name: an adventurer’s guide” He does have suggestions for the entire party.

Karlach: “Ranking bars in the gate based on how much they remind me of Avernus.” She has provided illustrations that she made herself. Anything in the Upper City is ranked “like Avernus” because “occupied entirely by pricks.”

Shadowheart: “So I was wrong about Shar: a reluctant apology.” It’s mostly a debunk of Shar’s lies but the entire time it does look like she is pulling teeth. However, she cheers up considerably when she presents on some of the church’s secrets, including the weird ass code names for things that she always thought were a little silly.

Lae’zel: a very educational and complete history of her people’s war against the mind flayers. It’s all rather academic until the last slide which says “AND THIS IS WHY WE DON’T EAT THE WORMS” in all caps.

Astarion: “Ranking you by whose blood I’d want to drink most.” In order, it is as follows Gale (rancid), Karlach (spicy), Minthara (probably is poisonous after all the poison she’s been exposed to), Jaheria (that story about what she did to one of the spawn was memorable), Shadowheart (does cleric blood taste radiant?), Lae’zel (curious how Gith taste, doesn’t want to die), Minsc (large and has extra blood to spare), Halsin (can turn into a bear, think of all that real estate), Wyll (canon verified snack)

Halsin: “Foraging: what’s edible and what isn’t” Gale takes very dutiful notes given someone gave him a mushroom two ten days ago that gave the entire camp food poisoning. Astarion, the only one who did not get food poisoning, who has completely forgotten what he foraged was the culprit, takes 0 notes.

Minthara: Battle orders and tactics. All of these fools need to get whipped into shape.

Jaheria: “Get it Fucking Together: Stop Doing this Shit.” What follows is a callout of everyone’s worst habits and decisions. One slide just says “stop snitching.”

Minsc: it’s just pictures of Boo.

#iz rambles #bg3 #astarion #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #Shadowheart #minsc and boo #minthara #Karlach #lae’zel #jaheria #Baldurs gate 3

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enhaflixer · 3 months ago

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the jake golden boy fic was sooooo good omg, it's up to you obviously but it'd be cool to have a little extra where reader confronts him about the fact that he was obssessed with her boobs during their study sessions OR where jake makes reader admit that she did in fact did it on purpose. anyways amazing work as always idk how you always do it

CW: SMUT, TITFUCKING

It starts the way it always does: you, perched on the edge of the desk where you used to study, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand bracing yourself on the wood, the other nursing a mug of coffee that’s long gone cold. Jake is across from you in the chair, the one he always used when he’d quiz you on supply curves and market failure, only now he’s leaned back like he owns the place—because he does. Because this is your place now. Yours and his.

It’s been months since those tense, nerve-rattling nights of not-quite-confessions and secret glances. Now there’s no more hiding, no pretending. The tension between you still exists—how could it not?—but now it simmers low and warm, settled under your skin like something permanent.

Jake’s shirt is gone. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, his skin golden and glowing in the soft light of late afternoon. He looks relaxed. Happy. And when he glances at you, there’s a grin tugging at his lips, like he’s been waiting for you to say something.

“You ever gonna admit it?” you murmur, setting the mug down.

Jake tilts his head. “Admit what, baby?”

You slide down from the desk, stepping between his spread legs, your fingers brushing the side of his jaw. “That you spent every study session staring at my tits instead of the PowerPoint.”

He laughs—deep, unrepentant. “Why would I stare at charts when you were sitting across from me like that?”

“Like what?”

Jake’s hands settle on your waist, warm and sure. “In those tight little tops. No bra. Acting like you didn’t notice how I couldn’t focus to save my life.”

You smirk, dragging your fingers up his chest. “Maybe I did.”

Jake’s smile fades into something darker, something molten. “Yeah?” he says quietly. “You wore those just for me?”

You nod, slow. “Thought you might get the hint.”

His grip tightens on your hips. “Oh, I got it. Loud and clear. You drove me insane.”

He pulls you closer until you’re straddling his lap in the chair, your thighs spreading over his, the hard line of him already pressing up through the thin fabric between you.

“You remember how long I used to stay after?” he murmurs against your neck, kissing the spot just below your jaw. “Pretending I had questions? I was just trying not to lose it. You’d lean forward, pen in your mouth, tits right there…”

You laugh, soft and breathy, threading your fingers through his hair. “And now?”

Jake pulls back, cupping your face in both hands, his gaze soft and reverent. “Now I don’t have to imagine. I get you for real. All of you.”

You smile, pressing your forehead to his. “Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoes, kissing you slow, like he’s trying to say it again with his mouth.

When he pulls back, his thumbs are stroking your cheekbones, his voice low. “You wanna know what I used to think about?”

You nod, breath catching in your throat.

Jake slides his hands under your shirt—his shirt, oversized and soft on your skin—and lifts it over your head. He kisses you again before pulling you up, helping you onto the desk behind him.

“This,” he says. “Right here.”

You lean back on your elbows, legs parting automatically, letting him step between them. Jake groans when he sees you laid out like that, bare and waiting, chest rising with every breath.

“You drove me crazy,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss between your breasts. “Sat right here and acted innocent while I was going home every night, fucking my fist to the thought of you.”

His tongue circles your nipple, slow and deliberate, and you arch into him with a whimper.

“You liked knowing you could break me,” he says against your skin.

You nod, gasping. “I loved it.”

Jake smiles, filthy and fond. “You want me to show you what I was thinking about?”

“Yes.”

“Then hold them for me.”

You do—press your breasts together with your hands, eyes locked on his as he pulls himself free, already hard, already aching. He slides between them slowly, the head of his cock dragging against your skin, slicking you up with precum.

“Fuck,” Jake groans. “Look at you. My filthy little distraction. My girl.”

Your thighs twitch around his waist, and Jake leans in, kissing your temple, then your cheek, then your lips—slow and deep and full of promise.

And then he starts to move.

His thrusts are slow at first, deliberate, watching the way you tremble, your hands barely keeping steady under the weight of him. His cock slides between your breasts, slick and flushed, the head brushing your collarbone with every pass.

“You have no idea,” Jake breathes, sweat gathering at his brow, “how long I’ve wanted this. The way I used to go home so hard I couldn’t think. I’d close my eyes and picture this—your tits wrapped around me, your mouth open like that—”

You whimper as your tongue flicks out, catching him at the tip, licking every time it passes. “Tell me,” you gasp. “Tell me how filthy you got.”

Jake groans, hips stuttering. “I’d spit in my hand, choke it tighter, pretend it was you—fuck, I’d imagine you in that stupid pink top, moaning my name, begging me to come on your chest—”

You moan, loud and broken. “Do it. Please, Jake. Wanna feel it.”

Jake growls, low and feral, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other pressing down on your chest to squeeze you tighter around him.

“You were such a fucking tease,” he snarls. “Bet you used to go home soaked too. Tell me.”

You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. “I did. I’d grind on my pillow thinking about your voice, about your hands. I’d imagine you pinning me to this desk and losing it.”

Jake loses it.

“Fuck—open your mouth. Tongue out. Show me how much you want it.”

You do, wide and eager, and he groans, coming with a strangled moan, spilling across your chest, your collarbone, your lips. The mess is everywhere—warm, sticky, filthy—and you don’t stop moaning, licking, panting through it.

Jake stares down at you, chest heaving, eyes dark.

He leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs. “Every filthy inch of you.”

And you are—glowing, wrecked, smiling up at him from the desk where it all began.

Still his favorite subject.

Forever.

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #enhypen fluff #enhaflixer: golden boy

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